"desire": In 500 words (or 100 words if you prefer), tell what happens when there is a desire

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Dylan

I came to feeling Will slapping lightly on my cheek. "Come on, lass, wake up," he implored, "that's it. Show me how much you want me, and wake up."

I scowled. My waking up didn't have anything to do with whether or not I desired him. In fact, I wanted to get away from him. But the memory of how he'd saved my life flooded through me, and my brows knit even more. I reached up and caught his hand. "Stop hitting me," I growled.

"Good! You're awake!" he said, pulling away at last. "We need to get moving."

I sat up slowly and looked around. The sun was still shining on the grassy hilltop where we'd landed. I could see cottages and sheep in the distance. "Where are we?"

He reached into his pocket and pulled out his phone, swiping the screen and doing his own bit of brow knitting. "I don't know. There's no cell service."

I followed suit to find my phone was in a similar situation. "It's not that there's no cell service, dimwit, but that there's no network at all." I narrowed my eyes at him. "Did you travel between time, too?"

He had the decency to look sheepish. "I didn't mean to, but maybe? I mean, in my defense, I was wounded."

I had to concede he was right. I should be grateful for just getting away. Wherever and whenever we were, we'd handle it. I reached up to him, and he took my hand, helping me stand on wobbly legs. "We might as well go find out." I looked around again and saw clouds moving toward us. I got the distinct impression that the patch of sunshine in which we stood was rare and would be short-lived. "It looks like we're in Scotland or something."

He nodded. "That tracks."

I squinted at him again. "What do you mean?"

"I'm from Scotland. Didn't you know that?"

I crossed my arms. "What are you talking about? You don't have an accent."

"Thanks! I worked hard on my American accent over the last century. But I've been wanting to go home lately. Maybe when I got shot..."

I rolled my eyes. "You better not have brought us a hundred years into the past!"

He shrugged. "I can transport us again if I have. We're not stuck here."

I paused, contemplating. "Wait. This might not be so bad. My father would never think to look for me throughout time, too."

Will shoved his hands in his pockets. "Eventually, he'll catch on, though. And he'll know that I had to have brought you to the past. I can only travel to times during my lifetime."

The wind picked up around us. "Come on," I said as I stepped toward the cottages. "That rain is moving in fast."

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